That sealed it. Not only was this not her world, but the boy in the armor was also not of her world, as evidenced by the interesting title his brother bore, division of the world into something called "countries", and reference to that bizarre Southern concept of "school" (and the implication that he could read since he was very young).
Karst wasn't sure whether to be grateful of distraught at his reassurance that she is alive. For one thing, it means that idiot Eye didn't get its way with her after all, but for the other... it means she and Menardi won't be having a family reunion any time soon.
Worse yet, the entire city's populace seemed obsessive over those things, where the map had vanished and eventually brought up nothing but random images and a whole lot of writing. Looking around, the little Proxian could see blonde head after touseled blonde head bent over brightly colored rectangles.
"Lovely for you..." she muttered. "I don't read." Not that she wasn't happy he could find his brother (was he wearing an even bigger suit of armor?), but she was plenty bitter about her own family problems, and this perfectly decent person didn't need to know that.
"I was afraid of this, this isn't even my world. All Southerners, they all look alike, they're all blonde and blue-eyed like him, and they all read. Is everything that ever existed out to get me?"
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(OOC: Maybe we should go get voice-recognition stuff for Karst? And hopefully we can get her a scythe before the Nobodies start rearing their ugly heads and noticing people, I hear there's Creepers and Xigbars in the area)
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Karst wasn't sure whether to be grateful of distraught at his reassurance that she is alive. For one thing, it means that idiot Eye didn't get its way with her after all, but for the other... it means she and Menardi won't be having a family reunion any time soon.
Worse yet, the entire city's populace seemed obsessive over those things, where the map had vanished and eventually brought up nothing but random images and a whole lot of writing. Looking around, the little Proxian could see blonde head after touseled blonde head bent over brightly colored rectangles.
"Lovely for you..." she muttered. "I don't read." Not that she wasn't happy he could find his brother (was he wearing an even bigger suit of armor?), but she was plenty bitter about her own family problems, and this perfectly decent person didn't need to know that.
"I was afraid of this, this isn't even my world. All Southerners, they all look alike, they're all blonde and blue-eyed like him, and they all read. Is everything that ever existed out to get me?"
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(OOC: Maybe we should go get voice-recognition stuff for Karst? And hopefully we can get her a scythe before the Nobodies start rearing their ugly heads and noticing people, I hear there's Creepers and Xigbars in the area)